More One Shot Love Pt.2
Because I can't read anything about SUJU as of now for a variety of reasons
It was at that moment that fate decided to play its nasty tricks on them. It's like fighting a game of boxing with life. You let your guard down for a moment and life hits you the hardest.
Sometimes, when you’re too busy over-analyzing things, you lose the ones that are most important to you.
OUCH: “Perhaps I couldn’t love him in the same manner that I have loved you but the fact remains that we’re happy together. He makes me smile. You’ve taught me how to dream, Satoshi, but Masaki taught me how to make that dream come true. And I love him,”
But sometimes, in loving, eternity does not exist. Every single day you spend with people you love is a chance; a chance to show them you love them, a chance to be with each other, a chance to make the relationship survive for the next day and when you lose that chance, there’s no getting it back.
A soft spring breeze hums in the air and much in the same way that the cherry blossoms fall to the ground, new flowers will sprout once again in the next spring. Perhaps the cycle of loving, of hurting and of loving once again works in the same way. As painful as heartache is, we always learn how to love again when our life reaches another season of beginnings called spring.
But time has its own way of creating opportunities for you to find something extraordinary. Each love story has its own distinct way of beginning… and ending. It just so happened that our love story began with a simple sight… and would probably end the way tragic romance novels would.
Perhaps in some manner, destiny weaved itself in on our love story and pulled the strings to let us meet. We were two people who probably knew we were destined to be together before we actually met.
My mother used to say that in life, you will meet only one person who can make your heart beat in a strange way; someone who will hold you in ways you can never be held again; someone who will make you smile for reasons other people can’t; someone who will share with you a corner of their world and a portion of their soul; someone whose hands, in all its weirdness, will fit perfectly into yours.
A lot of people say that love is not something young people easily understand. To know how to love is to endure years of trials, of heartbreaks and rejection.
And with that I knew that I was never wrong to love him. As my mother always say, the people we learned to love, we never really forget. They leave imprints on our soul, created dents and imperfections in our hearts, made our days a little better… they are people who once became a part of our lives; some returned our feelings, some did not; some caressed our soul, some made a feather-like touch. In the end, they all made us human… maybe imperfect, maybe tainted with a past we’d rather forget, but who cares? We all need a little bump here and there to make us realize the things that really matter. What matters is that we learn… and we loved. That’s how each of us will be measured in the end.
Yet, for me, love works in different ways for different people. It’s just like a fishing rod. Some prefer to use bamboo sticks, some uses metals, and some uses other things. In the end, these fishing rods are meant for catching fish. The same is true with love. Some have it easy, some have it tough. In the end, we all are able to give out that precious feeling and make someone’s dreams come true.
As lovely as these heavenly days sound, not all good things last forever.
These are the rare moments when a mutual feeling of love causes pain instead of happiness.
After all, the saddest words that could end a perfect love story are: it could have been…
The days that follow graduation is always one of the most bittersweet days for him. It holds the quiet anticipation for something much bigger than university life and yet it also holds a feeling of nostalgia tinged with a bit of sadness. It a period where you get to look back on things and think where do I go from here?
It was at that moment that fate decided to play its nasty tricks on them. It's like fighting a game of boxing with life. You let your guard down for a moment and life hits you the hardest.
Sometimes, when you’re too busy over-analyzing things, you lose the ones that are most important to you.
OUCH: “Perhaps I couldn’t love him in the same manner that I have loved you but the fact remains that we’re happy together. He makes me smile. You’ve taught me how to dream, Satoshi, but Masaki taught me how to make that dream come true. And I love him,”
But sometimes, in loving, eternity does not exist. Every single day you spend with people you love is a chance; a chance to show them you love them, a chance to be with each other, a chance to make the relationship survive for the next day and when you lose that chance, there’s no getting it back.
A soft spring breeze hums in the air and much in the same way that the cherry blossoms fall to the ground, new flowers will sprout once again in the next spring. Perhaps the cycle of loving, of hurting and of loving once again works in the same way. As painful as heartache is, we always learn how to love again when our life reaches another season of beginnings called spring.
But time has its own way of creating opportunities for you to find something extraordinary. Each love story has its own distinct way of beginning… and ending. It just so happened that our love story began with a simple sight… and would probably end the way tragic romance novels would.
Perhaps in some manner, destiny weaved itself in on our love story and pulled the strings to let us meet. We were two people who probably knew we were destined to be together before we actually met.
My mother used to say that in life, you will meet only one person who can make your heart beat in a strange way; someone who will hold you in ways you can never be held again; someone who will make you smile for reasons other people can’t; someone who will share with you a corner of their world and a portion of their soul; someone whose hands, in all its weirdness, will fit perfectly into yours.
A lot of people say that love is not something young people easily understand. To know how to love is to endure years of trials, of heartbreaks and rejection.
And with that I knew that I was never wrong to love him. As my mother always say, the people we learned to love, we never really forget. They leave imprints on our soul, created dents and imperfections in our hearts, made our days a little better… they are people who once became a part of our lives; some returned our feelings, some did not; some caressed our soul, some made a feather-like touch. In the end, they all made us human… maybe imperfect, maybe tainted with a past we’d rather forget, but who cares? We all need a little bump here and there to make us realize the things that really matter. What matters is that we learn… and we loved. That’s how each of us will be measured in the end.
Yet, for me, love works in different ways for different people. It’s just like a fishing rod. Some prefer to use bamboo sticks, some uses metals, and some uses other things. In the end, these fishing rods are meant for catching fish. The same is true with love. Some have it easy, some have it tough. In the end, we all are able to give out that precious feeling and make someone’s dreams come true.
As lovely as these heavenly days sound, not all good things last forever.
These are the rare moments when a mutual feeling of love causes pain instead of happiness.
After all, the saddest words that could end a perfect love story are: it could have been…
The days that follow graduation is always one of the most bittersweet days for him. It holds the quiet anticipation for something much bigger than university life and yet it also holds a feeling of nostalgia tinged with a bit of sadness. It a period where you get to look back on things and think where do I go from here?